I am sure my fellow-scientists will agree with me if I say that whatever we were able to achieve in our later years had its origin in the experiences of our youth and in the hopes and wishes which were formed before and during our time as students.

Och lass. Yer going to have to not do that. Faoln exhaled. Creeping up on a man is a dangerous thing and I confess Im jumpier than most. Yer feet are soft as a cats.I wasnt creeping anywhere I was going to make coffee and this is my house Ill creep anywhere I like Colleen muttered with a petulant scowl. But I wasnt creeping.

Prayer is divine.

Thats where thinking started where thinking stopped where all her prayers so long ago had dried up. She no longer prayed nor even dreamed of changing her father. Her dreams now played variations on the theme of escape. And they were nothing more than that just dreams just play. Shed been alone at the end of her dreams so many times before and never had God helped her escape her father because God couldnt because she would never escape her need to love him.

If you dont create a good message about your dreams those who were created to pay for it cant find it. Speak them out and you will find those God created to finance it

I saw you chase that dream. You never tripped over a tiny pebble but you ran into a giant mountain.

You are nothing less than spectacular - Stop doubting yourself You were put on this earth to thrive. Dont you dare put a question-mark where God put a period

Bigotry is the disease of ignorance of morbid minds enthusiasm of the free and buoyant. Education and free discussion are the antidotes of both. We are destined to be a barrier against the returns of ignorance and barbarism. Old Europe will have to lean on our shoulders and to hobble along by our side under the monkish trammels of priests and kings as she can. What a Colossus shall we be when the Southern continent comes up to our mark What a stand will it secure as a ralliance for the reason freedom of the globe I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past. So good night. I will dream on always fancying that Mrs Adams and yourself are by my side marking the progress and the obliquities of ages and countries.

My dreams may be nonsense toobut I do not want to run the risk of not following them

Your dreams are like the cement. If you water it with actions it becomes a hard concrete mass. But if you leave it exposed and unwatered the air will easily blow it away